after we had decided what to make for dinner, i asked the mister what he was thinking of for dessert. he said "PIE! and i'll make it!" well, huzzah! said i.
but we didnt stop there. because he made a pie, i had to make a pie too. for comparison's sake. it's cultural. uh, yes. that's it. cultural. plus, we had all this extra dough. and lots of apples.
to be fair, his is a tart and mine is a pie. but im content to ignore that little detail and just enjoy our cultural apple pie throw-down.
i am super impressed with his apple peeling skillz. i used a peeler. he wins.
he says his granny is much faster. when she was younger, she could zippily peel an apple like no one's business.
we used the same crust base--the mister bought it at the market. he bought enough dough for two pies. 讨厌!
his 4 apples were peeled, cored, and sliced. mine too. but i used 7 apples. i tossed mine with lemon juice, 1/4 cup flour, 1/3 cup sugar. he sprinkled the crust with sugar and then lay out the apples in a pretty pattern. he dotted the apples with butter and sprinkled on a little cinnamon, and a little more sugar.
he's totally cute.
i rolled out the bottom crust, poured in the apple mixture, and got to making the top crust. we didnt have enough dough left for a proper crust, so i made lots of stars. pretty pretty stars.
both recipes are based on our childhood memories of pie.
and both taste of love and delicious.